Blair was mad. She was, in fact, pissed off. Therefore, she saw a freak wearing all Pucci. She vaguely remembered the girl from the beginning of the day. Then, the girl walked over.

"So, it's a tad intimidating here. Do you know where-"the girl said. She had an English accent.

"Get a life. No one ever looks like that. Maybe that is why your so naïve. I mean, your outfit, ew. " Blair replied.

The girl looked like she was about to cry until she saw a dark blond girl. She said, "Hey, Taylor, wait up!"

Taylor was worried about Astrid. She was talking to a girl, and then she looked like she was about to cry. "Astrid, what's wrong?" Taylor asked.

Astrid looked at her hot pink Pucci Cashmere turtleneck and her multicolored color block skirt, also made by Pucci. Then her brown Christian Louboutin Trottinette ankle boots. "That girl insulted me and my style!"

Taylor understood Astrid's sensitivity about her style. Noelle made random jabs at her about her smartness. "Look, Astrid, whoever that girl is, you need to ignore her insult. You are worth way more than that. Your uniqueness is what makes you different. I will never have the courage to look like that, Astrid!"

Astrid felt a lot better. "All right, let's go to our class." She said, smiling.

Lee sat next to Ariana in the left side of the classroom. There was one extra seat at her left. In Ariana's right was Constance. In front of Ariana was Rose, and at Rose's right was Sabine, Ariana's sister. To Rose's left was Tiffany. Behind Constance was Reed, and at Reed's right was Noelle. All was silent except for the whispers of the Easton Students. Therefore, when Jenny Humphrey walked in, they were all a little surprised.

Jenny was prepared when a girl put her bag on the empty chair in the front. She decided to walk to the back, when she saw a girl put her bag on the floor. Jackpot, she thought. She sat down, then all was silent. Except for the frenzied whispers. She looked down and then stared at the bag. A Jimmy Choo Ramona shoulder bag. 3,595 dollars. She summoned up the courage to talk. After all, she helped Eleanor Waldorf with her fashion show, so if they had nothing in common, they could talk about fashion.

She did not need to. The girl turned to Jenny and said, "So, you don't go to Easton."

Jenny replied. "I don't. I'm Jenny, by the way."

"I'm Lee." She started pointing to her friends and introducing them to her. "This is Ariana." Ariana turned around and smiled. Her light blond hair and eerie light blue eyes were fascinating.

"Hi, Jenny!" she said. Jenny thought Ariana looked ethereal.

"Next to Ariana is Constance." She said, pointing to a girl with straight red hair.

"In front of Ariana is Rose"- pointing to a girl with dark red curls, "Next to Rose is Sabine"- pointing to a girl with light brown skin and brown hair, "Left of Rose is Tiffany."- pointed to a girl with ebony skin and dark brown hair. She kept on introducing them and when it got to Noelle, things got ugly. "This is Noelle, Jenny."

Jenny did not like Noelle. Noelle dissed her in the morning, and Jenny was not feeling very nice. Therefore, Jenny stiffly said, "Hi, Noelle."

Noelle dissed her again. "So Uniform Girl, how come you're stuck with the rest of us? Feeling like you want to wear some clothes that are your taste?"

Lee answered for Jenny. "It's a computer glitch. She's stuck with the rest of us." The Dreck boy two rows front of Jenny, (Who had been labeled as, fart boy.) left. Gretchen walked in, and luckily found a seat behind Jenny.

"Hi Gretchen. Do you know where my Sydney Evan pendant went?" Lee asked.

"The evil eye necklace? Because I think, you loaned it to Amberly."

"Yes, that one. Gretchen, you saved my life!" She noticed Jenny and then said, "Jenny, this is Gretchen. Gretchen, this is Jenny."

Gretchen struck up a conversation with Jenny. Then the bell rang.

The teacher droned. "So, welcome to Constance Billard. We hope you have a wonderful day. Now to Madame Bovary-"

Regina walked in, with her books and her little pink Fendi bag when the teacher said, "Hi Regina, finally feeling like you wanted to be here?"

"I was at the doctor." Regina said.

"Really? The dermatologist, I suppose?" countered the teacher.

"Yes. And he told me that your zit looks ugly." Regina said, finishing the conversation.